[WV glances at the door, then turns back to PM and shakes his head, crossing his arms stubbornly]
I will not do anything of the sort! If I vomit up the ring, it will be both a disgusting and futile act, for we will be right back where we began, and you will rush off to kill him.
Perhaps he has recovered some of his strength—perhaps he has not. He has never before attacked us in our home. Why is it today, of all days, that you have decided so firmly upon killing him?